never had it so good [uriel]

[Vincent Xavier Valence]

-- This wasn't the kind of place that a whole lot of demigods found themselves. Most of the people at Camp Halfblood knew better than to head into this woods unless they were in the company of several others and had enough weapons that they felt safe confronting the monsters that haunted these woods. But Vincent clearly wasn't too bothered as he wandered along. He had a gun holstered at his hip; one of his favorite guns, actually. He had always preferred the modern weapon to the older ones that most campers used. Swords required getting too close, and bows were too slow. With a gun, you could kill from a distance they were second nature to the son of Ares. He wielded them with ease. Of course, he was good with pretty much any weapon, but it was guns that he preferred.

-- The woods were silent as Vincent made his way along, not heading towards any particular place. The day was winding to a close as he made his way along, and with darkness more monsters would surely be making their way along. But Vincent wasn't too bothered by the thought. With a gun at his side, he could face anything that these woods could throw at him. The camp's borders kept out the truly bloodthirsty, and there was nothing bulletproof in these woods. Especially not when the bullets in question were made of celestial bronze.

-- Allowing himself the smallest of smiles as he came to a stop, Vincent listened to the woods around him. They were as silent as ever, as if the monsters in the area were avoiding him. Maybe they were planning a giant assault or something. That would be fun. A good way for Vincent to burn off some energy without breaking any of the campers. Of course, campers were more difficult to 'break' than any of the people that Vincent had picked fights with back in the day, before he'd known he was a demigod and all he had known as that fighting was fun and it helped him focus in class.

-- Looking back, it was pretty obvious to Vincent that he was a son of Ares. But what didn't make sense was what about his mother had caught Ares' eyes. Ares wasn't exactly known for his interest in social justice. And his mother wasn't exactly his type, as far as Vincent could tell. Did gods even have types? He wasn't sure that they did. After all, most of the demigods had a lot of variation, even within those that were halfsiblings. Especially in places like the Hermes cabin. Maybe the 'type' had more to do with personality. But even that didn't make sense. He was sure that people like his mother didn't catch the eyes of the god of war on a regular basis.

-- Ah well. He was a son of Ares and there would never be anything he could do about that. Nor was there anything that Vincent wanted to do about that. He was happy being who he was.

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